Iron Hand — Nelson Nye

When Miney Mee rode into Cabezon on his old mule, he was just a saddle-tramp with a pistol thrust under the rope he used for a belt. He didn't even have both his hands, he'd lost one of them to a coyote years before, and now carried an iron hook at the end of that arm. He was an easy mark or so the town boss thought. But Miney had his pride and that would never allow him to quit.